"The people in this temple are very likely to be related to the Blood Cloud Thieves..." Tang Jie silently thought that the wild man, the leader of the Blood Cloud Thieves, ran in the direction of this temple before he died, saying that there was no relationship between the two.

Correlation is impossible.

After arriving here, Tang Jie thought for a long time and finally made the decision to go in and have a look!

Tang Jie touched the handle of the iron sword on his waist and slowly walked into the temple.

The temple looked very dilapidated, the original bluestone bricks on the ground were overgrown with grass, and a large tree with a crooked neck in the yard also looked withered and yellow, as if it had been sucked dry of its nutrients by weeds.

In the open hall of the temple ahead, candles were burning. Under the candlelight, a kind-hearted old monk with white eyebrows was looking at him with a smile.

This white-browed old monk is sitting on a futon, wearing a cassock, and his appearance is very gentle, giving people the feeling of an eminent monk.

Obviously he was the one who spoke earlier.

What surprised Tang Jie even more was that there were other people in the hall. They were three men in green clothes. They all had swords on their waists. They were extremely extraordinary. These three people also looked at Tang Jie in surprise.

, seemed not to have expected anyone to come at this time, and they all looked at him with frowns.

"It's a cold night, please come in and sit down."

The white-browed old monk smiled and said.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you."

Tang Jie did not let down his guard, stepped into the hall, glanced at the three men, and sat down on a futon a few meters away.

The scene here was very strange. Although he didn't notice any danger, Tang Jie was even more vigilant and decided to wait and see what happened and figure out the situation first.

"I'm going to make a cup of tea for you, poor monk."

The old monk got up and walked into a room at the back of the hall. Only Tang Jie and the three men were left in the hall.

The furnishings in this hall are very simple, with several futons, tables and chairs, and a shabby dark gold Buddha statue.

Tang Jie was observing these three men, and the three men were also observing Tang Jie. The middle one was wearing a green shirt and had two small beards. He looked like a middle-aged man about forty years old and lowered his voice.

He opened his mouth and said: "Boy, if you don't want to die, leave quickly! This is not a place for you to come!"

The other two younger men looked at Tang Jie indifferently, as if in their eyes, ordinary people like Tang Jie were too lazy to speak, with a sense of disdain.

"Senior, where is this place? Is there anything in the temple?" Tang Jie's heart moved, and he lowered his voice and asked the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.

The middle-aged man in green clothes was about to speak, but he kept silent, because at this time the white-browed old monk came out of the back room, holding a wooden tray in his hand, which contained four bottles filled with green tea.

cup.

"Dear benefactors, I hope you will forgive me for the poor hospitality provided by Hansi."

The old monk with white eyebrows said apologetically, and came to Tang Jie with a tea cup.

"Thank you." Tang Jie said thank you politely, picked up one of the teacups, and took a look at the green tea in the teacup. No matter how big his heart, Tang Jie would never drink it.

Then the white-browed old monk came to the other three people.

"Thank you." The middle-aged man picked up the teacup and said thank you, but the other two people looked wary and hesitated for a long time before reaching out and picking up a teacup.

After serving tea, the white-browed old monk sat back on the futon. He looked at the middle-aged man in green and the three other people, and said with a smile: "You three, have you brought what the poor monk asked for?"

"what?"

The three people who asked this question were a little confused.

Seeing this scene, the smile on the white-browed old monk's face faded and turned gloomy: "You three, the poor monk entertained you well, but you didn't bring me what I wanted?"

The white-browed old monk's expression changed at every turn, and his eyes flashed with a cold light as he stared at the middle-aged man and the three others.

"Old guy, I listened to you reciting the sutra for a long time. If my prediction is correct, you are the demon entrenched here, right?"

A young and cold man among the three said coldly and impatiently.

"demon?"

Tang Jie was slightly surprised when he heard this. He also guessed that the white-browed old monk was most likely a demon and the person behind the Blood Cloud Thief. It seemed that this was why these three people were traced to the temple.

The white-browed old monk stood up from the ground, his eyes flashing with blood: "Monster? Who do you think is the monster?"

Those scarlet eyes exuded a breathtaking pressure, causing the three people opposite them to stand up from their seats in an instant.

The cold young man was frightened when he saw this, and he snorted coldly: "It's really you, old guy, who is pretending to be a ghost! You can drink this tea yourself!"

As he spoke, the cold young man suddenly raised his hand and threw the teacup in his hand towards the white-browed old monk.

However, something unexpected happened. The white-browed old monk did not dodge. With a flick of his sleeve, the tea cup was rolled up by a clever force. Not a drop of water leaked out, and it landed steadily on the white-browed old monk's hand.

in hand.

"This is... martial arts?" Tang Jie was slightly shocked when he saw this scene. The white-browed old monk used some kind of martial arts technique, and he was definitely very advanced!

The white-browed old monk caught the teacup and drank all the tea in one gulp. His bloody eyes looked at the cold man coldly: "I invite you to drink tea, but you don't know what is good and what is good, and the poor monk doesn't want anything."

Bring it, and the poor monk will come and get it himself!"

After saying that, the white-browed old monk stamped his feet heavily on the ground.

"boom!"

The ground trembled violently, and cracks spread out to a diameter of seven or eight meters with the soles of the white-browed old monk's feet as the center, as if being trampled by a giant beast, and the white-browed old monk himself rushed towards the three men like a savage beast.

"Demon-binding rope!"

A handsome young man on the right shouted low, shook his sleeves, and a golden rope flew out, flying towards the white-browed old monk, circling and binding him tightly, and tightened it hard!

"It's an immortal cultivator!"

When Tang Jie saw this scene, he immediately recognized that this was a method used by cultivators of immortality. The middle-aged man and the other three were all cultivators of immortality, and it seemed that they had noticed something strange in the temple, so they appeared here!

"Being tied up by the demon-binding rope, not even the monster can break free. Later I will dig out the heart of you, a demon, and take it back in exchange for contribution points!" The handsome young man smiled proudly. His demon-binding rope was eight.

With this magic weapon, even an extremely powerful first-order monster beast cannot break free if it is bound.

"Ho! Ang!"

However, the white-browed old monk's eyes were spitting out blood, and the sound of a dragon-elephant roar faintly sounded in his body, and he shook his arms vigorously!

"Crack!"

In the shocked eyes of the handsome young man and the other three people, the demon-binding rope that could bind the demon beast groaned under the load and was torn apart!
Chapter completed!